Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.